Anchored

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By bedazzled

Arched warmly, Nestled around my heart, Is this panic of what could be. For where I'm floating the anchor is heavy, I chose it, I polished it, You just coiled the rope around my feet. For every darting undertone I find a hiding place, Beneath my denial, Smothered by violent emotion. Your eyes compel me to disregard the signs, I tell myself they're rusty anyway. For how could I breathe, Without your love?

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